Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This cookie is amazing.
Nancy, you need to sign these forms.
You fucking bitch!
-I heard your cell phone ring. -Andy, I need to sleep.
...but that doesn't mean I can't charge on my credit card and worry about it later...
He always wore wife beaters or tank tops.
Hot. Hot.
What? Who is this? What friend?
That's my plan. Fleeing.
It's gonna be a lot to carry.
He probably couldn't understand you with your lame accent.
-Celia? -Celia Hodes.
I totally understand if you need proof.
He had a beard.
-Excuse me? -Knocked up, private.
Celia?
Here. Take it.
I'll have to check my schedule.
Tie her back into the chair and wash your hands, Rodolfo.
Shouldn't that be "more sad?"
Your friend, Celia.
As we all know now, I am broke...
I'm thinking of buying some land. Little farm where I can grow pot.
-Did you have chemo? -Sure. Chemo, radiation.
At some point recently, everything became right or wrong.